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Side 6
... idea of writing dia- logues was not altogether new to him . Twenty years earlier he had offered a dialogue between Burke and Grenville to the Morning Chronicle ; it was not accepted , and from that time to this he does not appear to ...
... idea of writing dia- logues was not altogether new to him . Twenty years earlier he had offered a dialogue between Burke and Grenville to the Morning Chronicle ; it was not accepted , and from that time to this he does not appear to ...
Side 10
... idea of the book . Suffice about the neighborhood of that pleas- it to say that Landor is here at his aut place , with the little companion best . Nowhere is the beauty of his that perpetually barked and gambolled style more manifest ...
... idea of the book . Suffice about the neighborhood of that pleas- it to say that Landor is here at his aut place , with the little companion best . Nowhere is the beauty of his that perpetually barked and gambolled style more manifest ...
Side 18
... " I absolutely decline to rise to that , Fred ; but I am very glad you mean to stick to figures . I shall look for a great success in May . " " And will you provide the sub- ject ? " " I might , if I had one brilliant idea 18 A Great Gulf .
... " I absolutely decline to rise to that , Fred ; but I am very glad you mean to stick to figures . I shall look for a great success in May . " " And will you provide the sub- ject ? " " I might , if I had one brilliant idea 18 A Great Gulf .
Side 19
... idea was not nostra ' at all . The cross did not come into my picture it was supposed to be on the left but the great shadow threw its whole length across ; and into the shadow I put all my ideals . I was wonder- fully catholic even ...
... idea was not nostra ' at all . The cross did not come into my picture it was supposed to be on the left but the great shadow threw its whole length across ; and into the shadow I put all my ideals . I was wonder- fully catholic even ...
Side 33
... idea of the turbulent sea and hostile English was too much for his pacific mind ; he was , indeed , un- able to bear it . Honest Regnault Gi- rard , knight , forgetting entirely his knighthood , bethought himself of some means to eschew ...
... idea of the turbulent sea and hostile English was too much for his pacific mind ; he was , indeed , un- able to bear it . Honest Regnault Gi- rard , knight , forgetting entirely his knighthood , bethought himself of some means to eschew ...
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Side 350 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Side 122 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Side 124 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Side 13 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Side 125 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Side 124 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 125 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Side 10 - There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave; there are no voices, O Rhodope, that are not soon mute, however tuneful; there is no name, with whatever emphasis of passionate love repeated, of which the echo is not faint at last.
Side 514 - Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said amang them a',
Side 123 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?